“You want me to take from you?” She hesitated, then nodded. His eyes blazed. “You just gave me the keys to your castle. What if I plunder?” “I’ll plunder right back.” He smiled. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” The smile warmed something inside her, something she hadn’t even known had been frozen. It had cracked, and now it was melting, and she stared up at him, no clue what was happening, no clue where it was going, no clue where it would end, but for the first time in her life, not bothered by it. She let herself revel in the feeling—of being desired, of being wanted, of being accepted. She reveled
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